Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Lay Me Down (Charlie×Reader)

   Takes place after Charlie's death in season 10 so I'm sorry in advance - Emma 

   Based off the song 'Lay Me Down' by Sam Smith 

   She was gone. She was just laying there, blood dripping from her face and her stomach and her arms and her legs. You quickly turned around with tears in your eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Sam and Dean to clean up. You sat in the Impala filled with regret and sorrow. You regretted not being there with her. You didn't follow your gut when it said that you should stay with her just in case. You didn't think she was going to get hurt, but she did. Charlie got hurt so badly. Charlie was dead. 

   You heard the door of the Impala creak open, and you looked over to see Dean there. He looked at you solemnly, welcoming you with open arms. You leaned into him, sobbing and sniffling, crying your heart out. Your best friend, your girlfriend, was gone. You had known from the beginning it was going to end badly, but you couldn't pass her up. Charlie was everything you could've ever wanted and you knew you would never find someone like her. Hunters never had a good love life or good friendships because the hunting life was too hectic. You had finally achieved something that other people in your line of worl were never able to even think of attempting, but now it was all gone. 

   Dean tried his best to stay strong for you and he tried his best to shower you with encouragement and love. But the impact of Charlie's death was too much for you to even comprehend or handle in that moment and you sobbed even harder. Sam eventually made it to the car and you only knew that because Dean took you to sit in the back of the car while Sam drove you all home. Home. Could you even call it that anymore? She wasn't going to be there and she wasn't going to be visiting you there anytime soon. The only place that was home was wherever Charlie, and she was nowhere. Okay, so a hunter dying was innate and wasn't improbable, but this was the love of your life. No one ever imagines their love dying so prematurely. 

   The only sound for the next 12 hours was the rumbling of the Impala and some soft classic rock playing for Dean. You had fallen asleep after your crying fit, all wrapped up in Dean's arms. It was calming, being with your best friends but also being able to think nothing was wrong, even for a split second. You were appalled at how well they were taking it; they were as close to her as you were. But then it occured to you that they were probably just feigning wellbeing for your sake. They were pretending to be okay because you were so broken. You hated being so vulnerable, but you didn't know how to cope. 

   When you got to the bunker, the first thing you did was throw on one of Charlie's old shirts and sit on your bed in silence. It still smelled like her, like lavender shampoo and peaches. It made you want to cry and scream and laugh and smile all at once. You chose to cry, or at least that was the only thing your body was capable to doing. You were curled up with your favorite blanket when Dean came in to check on you. He came to your side and hugged you relentlessly. 

   "I know how hard this is, (Y/N)," Dean said as he kissed your forehead. 

   "I-I miss her." Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you squeezed the life out of Dean. He sighed and started to rub your back. 

   "I know, darlin'. We all do..." He was saying something else but your mind blanked it out. Sadness overwhelmed your senses and you couldn't concentrate on anything or even think to. You sobbed loudly, getting tears and snot all over Dean's shirt, but he didn't care. He knew you were sad and was going to do anything to help you with it.